Autumnal I feel Autumnal hints Colour the air: Chamæleonic tints Pale-hued and spare. Bird-clouds traverse the rain- Washed, wind-blown skies As Summer heats decline To Winter’s ice. Through failing mortal powers I, too, migrate Across those unknown hours Which are my fate. I trust I shall arrive – My transit done – In some lushParadise Beyond the sun. Yet, if my hope should be Betrayed at last, All my eternity Will be as dust. But you will never know, (Who live distraught Until your time to go), My last resort!. Although Autumnal tones Cool my warm breath I feel, deep in my bones, Life transcends death. Author: J. A. Bosworth
Posted on: Tue, 08 Oct 2013 06:35:32 +0000